#susie bannion

[orpheuslookingback]

Watching 1 horror movie everyday in October 23/31

Suspiria (2018), dir. Luca Guadagnino

[st3flung]

eat you, eat you, i So want to eat you

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Susie Bannion “Suspiria″ Icons

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[yagodichjagodic]

I Am She, Mother Suspiriorum, Suspiria-inspired, OOAK ceramic necklace.

SHOP.

[blanchettdyke]

Tár (2022) dir. Todd Field Suspiria (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[losmimilocos]

Sussie Bannion stronger than me, cause If Mia Goth came to sleep with me and hold me in the middle of the night after a nightmare I would have forgotten im God and just make my life mission to live along her side

[space-sheep08]

It's been exactly one year since I watched Suspiria for the first time ! So in celebration here's a silly redraw of a behind the scenes picture I really like ^^

[snuuzei]

susie bannion from suspiria (1977) 🔪🔪🔪

[spinning-bird-kick]

Do You Know Anything About Witches?

Private commission: Suspiria (1977)

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[xavierdolano]

家族から逃げ出し、手遅れになる前に両親を殺せ。

[giac222]

“I am she.” 🩸🔥 ❤️‍🔥

• Lana Del Rey as Susie Bannion from the movie “Suspiria”.

• Original photo is of Dakota Johnson from “Suspiria” (2018) directed by: Luca Guadagnino

[recovering-vamp]

[possession]

Sally Hardesty (The Texas Chain Saw Massacre) Wendy Torrance (The Shining) Sidney Prescott (Scream franchise) Mia Allen (Evil Dead) Erin (You're Next) Casey Cooke (Split) Susie Bannion (Suspiria) Grace Le Domas (Ready or Not) Dani Ardor (Midsommar) Maxine Minx (X)

THE FINAL GIRLS IN HORROR MOVIES

[horror-aesthete]

Suspiria, 2018, dir. Luca Guadagnino 

Susanna "Susie" Bannion and Madame Blanc

[sillycoffeewizard]

Hi everyone!! it's been a while since I've had a post like this, but here I am, and today I'm going to tell you a little bit about the new Sotheby skin!!

❗TW: fake blood

Sotheby skin refers to the 1977 movie Suspiria (the name of the movie is on the splashart itself).

Movie plot:

Susie Bannion, a young American ballerina, goes to Europe - to Freiburg im Breisgau (a city in Germany) - to study at the famous ballet academy there. When she arrives there, she sees a student Pam running out of the building in a panic, shouting something about some mystery, and runs away, and Susie is told over the intercom that she is not known or expected. She then leaves in a cab to a hotel. Meanwhile, Pam finds refuge in her friend's apartment. Left alone in the bedroom, the girl does not leave the feeling that she is being watched. Suddenly something pounces on her from behind the window and kills her brutally, and Pam's friend is also killed in the accident.

Details in Splashart and Skin:

Splashart as a whole references one key event from the movie, namely the death of Pam and her friend that was mentioned above in the Plot section.

This is referenced by details such as the wallpaper pattern in the background, the blue curtains, the shadow of the gallows, the hands of a creature, and the tile pattern on the floor that can be found on the splashart.

[cainhood]

                  AMARA  TSUCHIYA                CODENAME:  CICADA.

basics.

given  name.     amara  tsuchiya   (   née  camus   ). callsign.     cicada,   loud  only  in  the  summer. nickname.     amy,   give  her  some. age.     thirty-two   (   february  13,   2012   ). place  of  birth.     portland,   maine. gender  identity.     cis  woman   (   she   +   her   ). orientation.     bisexual   (   femme  lean   ). occupation.     public  security  intelligence  for  the  government   /   room  maid  at  the  nyūtō  onsen  &  resort.     former  sniper  class  special  operative   (   callsign:   cicada   )   in  task  force  155. moral  alignment.     neutral  evil. character  inspiration.     carmilla  of  styria   (   castlevania   ),   widowmaker   /   amélie  lacroix   (   overwatch   ),   samara  morgan   (   the  ring   ),   helga  sinclair   (   atlantis:   the  lost  empire   ),   delilah   (   the  bible   ),   amma  crellin   (   sharp  objects   ),   azula   (   avatar:   the  last  airbender   ),   logan  roy   (   succession   ),   susie  bannion   (   suspiria   ).

background.

your  story  begins  at  the  bottom  of  a  stairway.     there,   in  her  child  stance  lit  by  night’s  glow.     a  cluster  of  far-off  fireflies,   or  a  whining  streetlamp.     there,   in  the  poised  curve  of  her  back,   confident  down  to  the  bone  marrow.     here,   in  the  black  speck  on  her  smooth  skin  like  a  gnat  suspended  in  the  wrong  light.     glimpses  of  you,   backdropped  by  the  smoothed  brick  of  your  mother’s  first  home.     the  orphanage:   where  your  choices  encumber  someone  else,   before  they  round  back  to  you.     a  french  woman  adopts  your  mother,   and  another  gaunt  daughter.     they  grow  into  calling  each  other  sister.     just  as  the  refrain  starts.     every  pretty  one  precludes  a  clever  one,   they  would  say.     you  can’t  be  both.     the  choice  isn’t  yours.     you  are  born  to  the  pretty  one.     she  dies  before  you  reach  a  year  old.     the  bare  bones  of  a  human.     you  will  never  learn  to  ask  for  a  dead  woman’s  picture.

the  clever  one,   then,   inherits  a  pretty  one.     all  the  hushed  baby-lips,   without  the  stretch  marks.     mine,   she  dotes,   my  child.     her  belly  is  still  ripe  from  childbearing;   its  kicks  are  unimportant.     a  clever  daughter,   no  doubt,   to  match  this  pretty  one.     somewhere  in  you,   there  is  a  memory  that’s  not  quite  a  memory.     buttered  fingers  knead  into  your  doughy  neck.     your  lovely,   lovely  aunt  who  softly  coos  as  you  cry  and  cry.     tears  glass  those  eyes,   even  now,   when  she  whispers  to  you  with  her  hands  bracketing  your  nape.     for  every  gilded  sunday,   plum-dressed  and  thick-lashed,   you  will  remember  the  outskirts  of  your  siblings’  posse.     how  any  other  would  treasure  your  fresh  face,   shying  away  from  a  pinch  on  your  cherry  blossom  cheeks.     for  this  face  is  your  mother’s,   and  such  pain  wore  her  to  an  early  grave.     the  wrinkling  shadows,   still,   settle  into  your  siblings’  grins.     you  watch  them.     that  is  all  you  can  do.

in  your  isolation,   you  listen  for  your  aunt’s  silent  cues.     how  she  won’t  respond  to  mother,   no  matter  how  hard  her  children  tug  at  heart-strings  that  don’t  connect.     she  ties  them  to  a  chair,   maybe,   and  returns  to  nurse  a  cold  cup  of  tea.     they  try  to  teeth  on  mama   ––   a  screeching  baby,   instead  of  a  mewling  baby   ––   to  melt  a  name  down  their  throats,   and  into  their  fat  hearts.     a  name  that  only  they  may  speak.     your  name  is  so  dear,   they  want  to  say,   that  i  would  not  sully  you  by  saying  it.     to  her,   an  adulation.     to  them,   a  birthright.     you  are  the  one  to  see  beyond  this.     to  forget  that  she  could  be  called  mother.     her  ears  prickle,   only,   when  you  say  her  name.     helena.     the  delicacy  of  her  smile  is  relentless.     it  curves  into  her  lowered  chin.     all  that  gaze  for  you;   this  time,   that  name  will  be  yours.     and  then,   she  begins  the  quote  with  a  clicked  tongue.     almost  breathless  when  she  says,   i  wish  you  wouldn’t  call  me  that.     your  siblings  have  none  of  the  will  to  reach  for  her  hand.     regardless  of  their  mother’s  wants.     your  aunt-mother  holds  your  hand  in  the  crook  of  her  elbow.     they  watch  you.     that  is  all  they  can  do.

hedged  by  the  dark,   her  dry  hand  cups  your  cheek.     she  is  pale,   moon-faced,   and  the  shadows  drip  crimson  from  her  open  mouth.     you  know  your  lips  curls  in  the  same  way.     a  daughter  has  her  mother’s  mouth.     the  maw  possesses  no  end  nor  beginning.     there  is  only  the  blood.     anyone  who  isn’t  us  is  an  enemy,   she  will  spew,   we  are  all  that  matters.     you  were  made  to  exclude.     to  inhale  ease,   and  exhale  dread.     this  is  how  one  grows  into  a  soldier.     secluded  to  a  daughter’s  curse:   your  mother’s  blood-thirst.     the  child  of  a  fraught  house  doesn’t  realise  its  loss,   even  after  one  calls  it  a  bug’s  name.     cicada.     your  rhythm  is  for  you  alone.     heard  only  under  sunlight;   your  hum  prickles  the  rays  like  flickering  stars.     the  old  hymn  in  your  heart.     i  see,   i  want,   i  eat.

it  is  an  odd  lament,   then,   to  coalesce  with  a   ‘   they   ’   as  your  mother’s  daughter.     you  are  part  of  them.     there  is  no  more  you.     they  share  your  mud-gouged  gaze.     pull  at  the  hardened  roots  of  your  pedestal.     their  nails  will  find  your  weak  ribs,   and  the  chewy  sinews  of  your  neck.     you  already  found  theirs.     held  and  holding.     this  story  still  has  one  ending.     with  your  mother’s  fist  at  your  scruff.     at  the  base  of  a  cave,   far  deeper  than  six  feet  under.     cold  like  a  broken  skin.     the  reedy  bones  of  a  squashed  bug.     one  of  them  betrays  you,   and  you  don’t  want  your  mother.     not  at  the  end  of  your  earth’s  time.     you  don’t  come  back  wrong;   you  were  always  wrong.     a  fluttering  atrocity:   regal  in  your  lack  of  mercy.     half-god  like  a  roach,   living  long  after  humanity.     a  glutton  for  their  own  entrails.     people  are  easier  when  they  thrum  quietly.     amara  tsuchiya  knows  this.     she  sips  life’s  nectar,   and  grows  a  new  set  of  ribs.     metallic,   this  time,   flavoured  like  spilled  blood.     the  sun  will  clutch  its  eclipse;   she  will  be  quiet.